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Forever parted

Sighted in this soot – a gracious swan
who kissed the surface of my dream.
It sang in deepest longing for its kind
of black and white who don’t connect.
And then nocturnal darkness fell upon
the lonely wolf moon’s diamond eyes.
Forever parted from the sun it wailed
like fighting brothers who won’t meet.

This is a 55 word flash for the prompt at toads. A few words about the art, it is painted in 1914 by Hilma af Klint, who for many years have been quite unknown. Her ideas in abstract painting was a lot before her time, just check her out.
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December 6, 2014

The painting made me think of Narcissus, and the idea of the impossible kiss. Your poem is another take on that impossible kiss I guess. Great 55! The idea of the ‘brothers who won’t meet’ is very powerful.

Not unnaturally the black swan is native to Australia and diametrically opposite to the white swans in northern Europe. The early colonists brought some white swans with them but I don’t think the black ones were amused! Hilma af Klint’s work is much more picturesque than other surrealists painters. I am glad you featured her. Your poem too was a treat to read.

I love swans . . . having shared a profound and transcendent “dreamlike” moment of accord with two swans late one soulful evening years ago. I shall never forget it. Glorious birds. And thus, the line: “a gracious swan who kissed the surface of my dream” – achingly beautiful.